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Embry's POV:

The click and clack sounds coming from Jacob's tools went into a smooth rhythm along with his bellowing laughter that rung inside of the shed we were sitting in.

"I can't believe that you imprinted on Samantha Point!" He laughed in front of my face.

I had told him the whole story of what happened earlier today. From the childish prank we pulled on Samantha to the bull crap apology I gave her, Jake laughed at every word.

"She's a total freak and you imprinted on her." He said as his laughter died down to a chuckle.

"Yes, I did." I stated with a clenched jaw and hunched over with my forearms supporting all my weight that was placed on my thighs.

"I thought I would be the one that would have problems with his imprint."

"I know all of this Jake."

"Come on, Embry. You know she hates us."

That hit me hard in the gut with a truth that I knew all too well.

The word 'hate' might be a nice way of how Samantha felt about us. She despised us with a passion and wished that we were exterminated; our existence erased from time is a better way to express how she feels about us. I know why she feels like this.

From a very young age, about 5 years old, we have been bullying Samantha. I started it all when I took notice of her on the first day of kindergarden. She was a cute little girl, with a long black braid going down her back and bright brown eyes. I liked her and I wanted her to be my kindergarden girlfriend. However, Samantha did not talk to anyone, play with anyone, and spent most of her time climbing trees. I never got my chance and felt like she always shot me down when I tried to talk to her. And that angered me to the core. The immature anger of not having my crush liked me fueled me to be a complete asshole towards her.

From that very first day of elementary school to our junior year in high school, my friends and I have been bullying her any chance we got.

Yet my feelings about her never changed. I still thought she was the cute girl with the long braid and bright brown eyes. I was just hiding my feelings for her and bringing them out by pointing out all her flaws. I have been acting like a child for most of my life and now I have imprinted on her.

I'm stuck in the worst situation ever.

"And you're saying that I am an unlucky bastard with an imprint who will never give me the time of day."

"Basically, yeah." Jake chuckled.

"Thank you, Jake. I like the fact you find this funny."

Jake stopped working and gave me all of his attention.

"She is going to be tough. Just like Charlie is going to be tough to crack. But it will happen. You just have to give it time."

"You're just saying that so I don't feel like crap?"

"No. I'm saying it so we both don't feel like crap."

Samantha's POV:

After spending some time at Adam's house, switching some of my dress for some of his clothes, and planning the rest of the summer, his mom told me I had to leave because they had family plans for the night. I wanted to walk home; however, his mom failed to tell me she called my dad 20 minutes before kicking me out. He picked me up and informed me that he had to make a quick stop at Billy's house for his fishing rod. What started as a quick stop for fishing supplies, turned into an hour and a half stay.

I spent my time in the kitchen to avoid hearing all the talk about fishing, sports, and the good old days. It was nice to see my dad enjoy time with other people, away from the mad woman who wants to make our house into her personal hell.

Meeting Charlie today was like seeing a long lost friend. I don't remember her from our younger years on the reservation. But then again, I do try my best to push those memories away in the back of my head. She meshed right into the twosome (that was now a threesome; Adam's words, not mine). Even to the details about the cult. Since she had a loathsome past with the cult, I knew that I wouldn't see her hanging around with them; especially Jake.

Jake was trying so hard to be this new type of guy in front of her. A guy that was nice and concerned, I guess was the type he was aiming for. I don't understand why he tried or will continue trying. He won't get far. Like the old saying goes, old wounds are hard to heal.

Just sitting inches from Jake's room made me anxious. My mind knew what kind of pranks I could do, just to get revenge for him being an asshole towards me for so many years. Being in the kitchen doesn't help any either. I spied a bottle of mustard, a bottle of soy sauce, and a container of horse relish that would make a perfect "I hate you" bed sundae. I wouldn't be able to see his face; but knowing he will be furious will be enough for me.

"I can only dream." I mumbled to myself as I made the salt and pepper shakers dance together on the table.

"Look at what the forest coughed up." A deep voice said in the space behind.

"Yeah, because you're still waiting for it to cough up the rest of your 'missing' clothes." I replied back to Jake without turning around.

"What are you doing on my land, Point?" he growled, taking the shakers out of my hand as a way to get to me.

"I thought you had ears and eyes, Black. If you did, you would notice that my dad is in the living room talking to Billy."

"Doesn't mean you're allowed here. It's a no freak zone." Jake stated as he leaned his weight onto the fridge, staring back at me.

"Someone should tell Billy to kick you out then since you are just an abomination to the human species."
"Should you be talking Little Foot?"

"Did you just call me a dinosaur?" I asked with raised eyebrows. He rolled his eyes and shuffled his weight back on to his feet.
"It's a reference to you being Big Foot's child."

"No. You called me a long neck dinosaur from the Land before Time movie."

"You would make a reference a hard thing to do."

"You're the idiot who spent most of his time bullying people instead of actually enjoying your childhood to not know about the movie."

"If you didn't spend all your time in the trees and hanging out with that pale freak, maybe you wouldn't have been picked on."

At this point we were yelling at each other with wrath lining our words.
"You started all this!"

"You continue bringing it up!"

"You were born first!"

"Since I'm born first, then I am able to kick you out of my house!"
"This isn't your house; this is your dad's. I don't have to leave if I don't want!"

"Leave!" Jake growled as he hunched himself over the table, the palms of his hand trying their best to burrow down into the table.
"I'm not leaving!" I jumped up and copied his image, matching the fury running through his body.

"Jake!"

I looked back to the voice that called out the devil's name and it was Embry. His wide eyes and mouth gaping open was his reaction of Jake and me arguing. I relaxed my body down at his presence, but that did not changed the way I felt. I was, actually, angrier than before. I don't need two cult members messing with me.

"Fine." I growled. "I'll leave."

I shoved my way past Embry to the living room.

"I'm going to be sitting in the truck if you need me." I stated, taking the keys off the table and strutting to the front door, not hearing any comments from the adults.
"Samantha!" Embry called out to me before I touched the door knob. "Don't mind Jake. He was just-"

I cut him off. "He was just being what he is, what you all are."

"Immature." Embry finished off. "I understand why you don't want to be around us. I really do. But just let me be the one to apologize."

"Do you think a few apologies will wipe away how I feel about all of you?"

"I was hoping that it would change for me, at least just a little."

I shook my head at Embry. Don't even try with the puppy dog face. It won't work on me. My feelings are what they are. I won't change the way I feel unless I see a full change from them.

"Whatever."

I opened the front door and slammed it behind me, shutting the devil and his fickle minion away from me. I sat in the truck for some unknown amount of time, ready to leave. The rain droplets forming on the window entertained me for the time. I didn't think or say anything. If I did, it would go to my whole entire day. Half of the things that happened to me weren't worth remembering. The best thing was meeting Charlie and spending time with her and Adam. Everything else was a disaster.

I just didn't understand why crappy situations find me at the most random times. I wanted to have some sort of change from the same ritual of mom and the cult aggravating me in my everyday life.

"You alright there, kiddo?" Dad asked as he settled behind the wheel. My mind was wandering, like I didn't want it to, so much that I didn't even notice him.

"I'm fine, dad. Nothing for you to worry about." I sighed, settling into the worn down seat.

"Is it about Jake and Embry?"

"Part of it is." I mumbled with my lips constricting into a line.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"Sure."

"From time to time, people will try to get the best out of you. But you can't let them win. If you let them win, then-"

"You'll lose yourself." I finished off from his advice that I have heard from him times before. "I know dad. It just gets rough."

"I go through the same thing every day. You just have to pick and choose which one is worth going through. If it's not, then you go on with what you were doing in the first place. Don't waste your time, Sammy."

Dad placed a kiss on the top of my head, taking away some of the frustration I had from the day. He let out a small groan that caused him to grab his left shoulder and sit back in his place.

"What's wrong with your shoulder?" I asked, mind already going into remedies for a sore shoulder.
"I don't know." he said as he moved his shoulder in a circular motion. "It has been messing with me all day. It must've been happened before I went on my trip."

"Hmm." I hummed.

"It'll be fine, mother." He smiled, ruffling my hair.

He slowly pulled off from the Black house on to the rain slick, black road.

When we got home, we were by ourselves. Mom left a note that she was handling some "personal business', she would be back by the time her shows come on, and if she wasn't back in time, I can cook dinner. The clock told me that dad and I had about 2 hours until she arrives to watch the rerun of the new episode.

Dad laid his body on the couch to watch TV while I made dinner. With dad and myself in the house, you wouldn't be able to tell if anyone were home. No one made any weird declarations to redo the house, demanded that we act a certain way, or forced us to watch a family program. I would go on to my things and dad would go on to his. We did interact with each other, but we but knew we needed some type of space to just relax.

I finished the chicken Alfredo fettuccine that mom had out for us and made the plates for us. I put mom's portion in her fancy, purple container that she dubbed was hers, placing it in front of the microwave.

We spend dinner in silence with the TV to be the only one providing sound in the room. Dad and I did occasionally talk about our days, but it's quick and right to the point. Both of our minds were preoccupied with stuff; that had to be the reason why we aren't talking so much. I know my mind was trapped around ways I could make my life simpler. The decisions I choose could make or break my last year in high school. I had to push the happy times to the limit.

I spilt away from my dad and the living room to finish reading a book required of us for school. We had to read a book about the history of the Quileute tribe. From our people descending from wolves, to surviving on whale hunting, and lessons on our language, the book followed our history from the past to now. I have read the book again and again over the summer break. The one part that interested me each time was about the chapter about us descending from wolves. I always loved that aspect about our culture; that our ancestry collides with actual animals. I thought I was a lone wolf my whole life, searching for a pack of my own. Then, when I build up my pack, we will show the other one that we are not the omegas. We are worthy alphas.

A small collection of paper hit me on the head. I snapped away from the book and on to the direction where the thrower should be. I saw my mom's skirt flow around the corner. Why did she do that?

"What the hell is this?" I questioned as I looked down at a pamphlet named "Welcome to the Country Club life; Banquet Time". A folded up slip a paper fell from the middle of the pamphlet. Looking inside, I see it was some sort of a receipt and a note.

"Thank you, Ms. Samantha Point for registering at the Port Angeles Country Club's annual Banquet. We will be honored for you to join into our society and for us to present you as the elegant young woman we know you are inside. Since you have missed a few of the meeting sessions for the banquet, you will be required to have private sessions scheduled from the last week of August to the preceding two weeks in September to become caught up in the mandatory lessons. We hope that you will enjoy the experience and have new life lessons of how to be an acceptable young woman." stated so formally on the note.

I grabbed the note receipt and the pamphlet, then stomped my way around the house looking for my mom.

"Mom!"

"Darling, it is rude to yell inside the house." she commented casually from the kitchen. I rushed into the kitchen and threw the papers on the counter, in front of her.

"I am not doing this."

"Sweetheart, you haven't even given it a chance."

"I know what it is. It is just another way to turn me into the pretty pink princess that you always wanted me to be."

"That is not what I am trying to do, Samantha."
"Then what are you trying to do?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I am trying to help you learn the common things a young lady, like yourself, should know."
"I know how to take care myself, I know how to clean, I know how to cook, and I know how to live like I am by myself. Knowing all those things should be enough for me to continue on with life."

She let out a heavy sigh and washed a hand over her face. "Samantha, that is not enough."

"Because I am not girl enough."

"Samantha, you are going to the sessions and the banquet."

"I am not going."

"Do not tell me what you will and will not do. You are only 15 years old."
"I am 17 years old!"

"Just go to your room." she demanded out of frustration.
"I can make my own decisions. I am not going to this thing."
"I did not spend all this money to have you say you won't go to the banquet. Many young girls would love to be a part of something so important, to be admired."

"I will only be admired because I will be primped to look like a guy's perfect trophy wife. One, who is seen, not heard. I would only need to be there to be his maid, chef, and personal hump thing."

Mom threw down her hands, out of frustration, on the corner and growled at me like an animal ready to pounce.

"You are going to the banquet whether you want to or not!"

"You can't do this to me!"

"What is going on?" Dad questioned from the kitchen doorway, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. Mom and I backed away from each other; however, the tension between us was still emulating from our body language.

"Robert, talk to your daughter."

Dad groaned as he dragged his feet to a seat at the kitchen table. He let out a yawn before focusing on us arguing females.

"Sammy, would you like to explain what the problem is?"

I handed dad the papers as an answer to his question. I watched his face as he tried his best to read the small writing on the paper. He realized what the main point of it was and turned his attention to mom.

"You're on my side, right honey?" Mom asked, with a hopeful tone that he would agree with no problem.

"No." He stated, shaking his head. "I'm not. How could you do this without talking to Samantha? Without talking to me?"

"What are you talking about?" She moved from around the counter, closer to where dad was sitting. "She needs this banquet. You know how much she needs this experience."
"She is a human being, Janey. You can't deny her from choosing things for herself. If she doesn't want to go, then she doesn't go. And I lose about $3,500 from my savings because of your stupid decision."

"No. Why do you always go against everything I say? I made the decision for her to do this. I want her to do this!"
"It was not your decision in the first place! That is why I am against you; because you are wrong!"

They continued on with the argument without noticing me at all. The argument went on to a topic that I knew nothing about, but have heard many times before. I left them and tried my best to sleep for the night.

I tossed and turned in my bed as their voices echoed on with the argument that I fueled. Jamming the pillow around my ears, I hoped that it would suffice. It didn't. Their yells turned into screamed that were giving me a headache.

I had to go.

I packed a bag with clothes, my charger, and the book I was reading from before this all happened. Jumping out of the window, I left the hell house to escape from them.

I walked in the forest to avoid anyone seeing me sneaking around the reservation. The only people I would probably bump into would be the cult members, but it would probably help me get to my destination faster.

I arrived at the small, pale grey house that inhabited my best friend. The front door was unlocked and I welcomed myself in. Ms. Cisneros was lying on the couch, unconscious from reality, with the TV shining bright on her face. I turned off the TV, put a blanket on top of her and took off her shoes to make her more comfortable.
She may be a bitch to Adam and me, at times, but if it wasn't for her, Adam wouldn't be in my life. It is just for that reason why I am showing any type of nurture towards her.

I jaunted up the stairs to Adam's bedroom. He was sprawled out on his dark blue twin bed, mouth wide open with a trail of dried up drool on his pillow. I threw my bag at the end of his bed and plan out where I would sleep. Before I settled myself on the floor right next to his bed, I had to tell him I was here so I wouldn't get attacked in the middle of the night.

"Adam" I said, nudging his body. "Adam. I just wanted to tell you I am here."

He looked up at me with his eyes that were laden with sleep, mouth hanging wide open.

"I'm not waking you up. Just telling you that I am spending the night."

Adam moved the covers from his body and moving himself to the edge opposite of where I was standing, opening a space up for me to lie down.

I picked up the pillow I had on the floor and joined him on the bed.

We don't usually sleep in the same bed together unless we both had terrible days. I knew for sure that it was definitely one of those nights for me.

Adam would be suffocating my body with his, making it impossible to move myself in the morning. It would make any difference.

At least I would be able to end my night and start my day off on a good point.